I was a coward on instinct.

I will be treble-sinewed, hearted, breathed, And fight maliciously; for when mine hours Were nice and lucky, men did ransom lives Of me for jests; but now I'll set my teeth And send to darkness all that stop me.

Let me be ignorant, and in nothing good, but graciously to know I am no better.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

His jest will savour but of shallow wit, When thousands weep, more than did laugh at it.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises.

The readiness is all.